You say it's your birthday! It's my birthday too, yeah!

Happy birthday baby Jesus! Here, Linus' beautiful monologue and Charlie Brown's dear, tiny tree. Regardless of where my religious upbringing leaves me now, his echoing little voice makes this epic and always makes my heart quiver.



(Side note: D should be picking our own tiny tree this evening. Last year it was dubbed Jimmy Stewart. This year I'm thinking Clarence would be a most appropriate name.)

And now for something completely different! More importantly, err, happy birthday Mikey! Here, a ridiculous video. Some year soon I swear to you that I will dress up like our Lord and Savior, gather a band, and play you this song. Baby brother is 25! Love!



(I know, I know, this post is sacrilegious for several reasons. I can't believe the animator made John fart on Paul either.)

MERRY CHRISTMAS & HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

It's the most wonderful time of the year!

It's almost Christmas- hooray! Which means that it's also almost time for two short work weeks! Most excellent. Also excellent is the fact that my shopping is now done and I can spend the next few evenings wrapping things in pretty bows and decorating the tiny evergreen tree we have yet to purchase. I love choosing presents, wrapping presents, and all of the warm fuzzy feelings that come with giving loved ones something you've chosen especially for them. Which brings me to fun news: Guess what the hubby is getting for Christmas? A banjo! Eeeee! I get to pick it up from The Music Emporium on Mass Ave in Lexington on Wednesday. (Beautiful store, beautiful string instruments, and some handsome help, which doesn't hurt either.) Don't tell! On that note, please enjoy some Pete Seeger. He is wholesome and lovely and full of warm fuzzy feelings. Indeed, with the purchase of this banjo we will be one step closer to someday having a family band. Which reminds me, I should pick up my own guitar more often.

Oh, it's no harder than walking, but I've said many a time, it takes us each a couple of years to learn to walk.

We are Etsy! Hear us roar!

Here is a great article from NYT about Etsy. It's the #1 most popular emailed article today- beyond awesome!!!

Magnificent Creatures

Love the Onion. It's helps many a slow day at work pass all the more quickly, and makes the crazy all the more bearable. Here's some tongue-in-cheek feminism for the day: Women Domesticated.

It's only Tuesday, and I'm already dreaming of the weekend...

To reward myself for a massively busy semester, an awful last few months at work, and some busy new freelance happenings, here is what I am going to treat myself to this weekend, after waking at the crack of noon, of course:

• An Education at Kendall Square, meaning lush 1960s production design, pre-Beatles Britain, an actress that is supposed to be splendid, and Peter Sarsgaaaaard. The three extra As are because I am drooling at the thought of his sleepy bedroom eyes. This viewing is very overdue.
• The Closet, for what I hope will be some great retail therapy. At my work Christmas, err, holiday party last week, a girl I work with was wearing the most adorable Erin Fetherston jacket she got from this store for dirt cheap. I think I've heard of the place before, but can't believe I haven't been. According to Yelp, it seems that some of their items can be had for dirt cheap. I obviously must remedy this lapse.
• Buffalo Exchange to drop off a giant bag of cast offs, in my twice yearly closet purging. Unless I see anything amazing I may just keep the store credit for delayed gratification on another rainy day.
• Artifaktori, Magpie, and D2 just because.
• And a fabric store. Which one? Don't know. We've been in Davis a year and a half now, and I have yet to find a local fabric store to call my own. I often shop near Methuen when I'm home because I know where to find what I want. Regardless, I have some projects on the radar for winter break, so I'd like to find a nice local place I can frequent. I have plans to whip up a few dresses, reupholster our chaise lounge, and make some hairpieces for selling on Etsy, the latter because I have tons of silk flowers, grape vine, and other crafty notions left over from wedding projects.

Alright... sadly... back to work...

On this note, I wish I could keep a blog about all of the ridiculous happenings at work lately. The day to day happenings are, no word of a lie, as ridiculous and absurd as The Office. I even share the same story arc as my namesake, that being: Pam begins as receptionist, Pam moves to the sales department, Pam is still asked to perform menial tasks. Except it's not funny and I have no Jim to pass the hours with. Le sigh...

Rose Colored Glasses

I don't know where these lovely images came from (well, most immediately they were found at Barefoot in the Apple, but I wish I knew where they were from originally). Regardless, I'd like to live inside of them. Especially the middle image. They are very flutes & fabric, if you know what I mean. I'll meet you girls beside the fairy ring! Just let me grab my floral hair wreath first...

To Post or Not To Post?

Dilema... should I start posting some of my creative writing on here? Like, the polished stuff? And should I tell people I actually post here? Should I find a new online home for that? Should I simply just work on sending it out to lit mags to try and actually get published? Or should I spend less time worrying about where my writing lives and more time just writing? Hmm... there is much to consider...

The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe. Gustave Flaubert

For Daddy, For Me